Squatters Page 5
by JT Pearson
cigarette. The man stopped in front of the house, eyeing Cameron with disdain.
"You know something, decent folks used to live in that house, not bums that beg for cigarettes like you. If you want a cigarette so badly go out and get a job." He dropped the butt of the cigarette he was finishing into the slush at his feet and walked on.
A minute later Cameron found himself squatting on the sidewalk holding the meager smoldering remains of the man's cigarette and bringing it up to his lips.